Homeless

Leftover corpses
From a failed regime.
We are the survivors of the storm
The ones who seek food
In forbidden places.
Our breadwinners brushed away
Our dignity damaged.
We.
The traumatised victims
Of rape and famine.
Mother Africa cries along with us
Our hymn of despair silenced
As her insects crawl around
Our infants mucus.
Their injuries untreated
Their gait staggered
Their tears natural.
Some of us fled
Into the dessert
When they came.
Others fought back
With rifles and fire
Against an invisible foe.
Taking landmines as souvenirs
And violation as punishment.
Kennels of grain in our hands
We track the floods
With our shamans
And move on
Into foreign lands.

by Raymond Enisuoh.